The producer shuddered and quickly replied a message on WhatsApp. "Joanne, I may not have expressed myself clearly earlier. What I meant was that we will ensure Miss Christine''s segments are edited beautifully, matching her online persona 100%."
"Did I not express myself clearly? Brian, what we mean is, edit it however it looks best! If the market response is good, Ms. Jackson will consider funding the next season. Do you understand?"ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .
The producer, being quite shrewd, finally understood. "Got it! I''ll do as you say!"
It seemed that Christine had managed to offend her own mother!
But he had some doubts in his mind. Would a biological mother really allow the show''s crew to expose her daughter''s negative material?
How much conflict could there be?
It seemed that the saying "blood is thicker than water" did not apply in the upper
ss.
However, this was none of his concern. His job was to hold onto Yasmin''s coattails tightly!
He could edit it however it looks best!
He smiled, confident in carrying out this directive to the end.
Christine''s car stopped on the gravel road.
Her assistant got out first, then turned and helped Christine out of the car.
After dominating the trending searches on Twitterst time, numerous invitations followed, including scripts, variety shows, and magazine shoots.
As a regr guest on "Slow Life," she couldn''t go to the film set or other variety shows right now, but it was fine to miss a few shoots and do a magazine shoot.
Today shepleted a magazine shoot, and as she got out of the car, a sizable group of fans was waiting by the roadside to cheer her on.
"Christine! We love you!"
"Christine, make sure to eat well, you''ve lost weight!"
"Christine, just be yourself! We''ve got your magazine covered!"
Unlikest time, this time, all the fans were her own.
They were Christine''s fans.
Christine smiled, slightly bent over, and bowed to them with a gentle voice. "Thank you, everyone. I''ve personally ordered drinks for you all. When it arrivester, you can share it and have something cold to cool off!" Meanwhile, her assistant was momentarily stunned but said nothing.
When they returned to the variety show recording location and entered the room, the assistant covered a camera and then asked, "Christine, did you order the drinks?" Although they were in a rural area, it was very close to the city, and delivery was avable.
However, she had not seen Christine order any drinks.
Christine shrugged off the concern. "No, I didn''t."
The assistant asked, "Then why did you tell the fans you
ordered drinks..."
Christine rolled her eyes. "Why are you so talkative? If I didn''t order it, why don''t you just order it now? You''re my assistant, don''t you know what your role is?" "But..."
The assistant nced through the window towards the intersection where the fans were. "It''s so hot now, if we order now, they''ll have to wait a long time..." "Does it really matter how long they wait?"
Christine was impatient. "Today''s fans are so clueless. As long as they get their drinks, they''ll be happy. Even if they have to wait a long time, they''ll justin about the store. Do you think that concerns me?" "Fine, stop talking. If you keep this up, I''ll rece you."
Yasmin had originally arranged for an assistant for her.
But she felt ufortable with the feeling of being watched by Yasmin, so she found an excuse to rece that assistant.
The assistant quickly lowered her head and apologized, "I''m sorry...
As she looked up, she suddenly noticed the camera fixed overhead, and she became flustered, hurriedly trying to block it. "Wait, why is there an extra camera in the room?"
Generally, content covered up by machines would not be broadcasted.
"Useless fool!" Christine red at her. "If you keep being so careless, I''ll have my mom cklist you! You''ll never work in this industry again!"
"Go ask the director who gave them the guts to add a camera to my room without any notice!"